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Loaded question.
“No, sir, I’m just hungry.” I set my pencil down and acted like I was interested in whatever war he talked about.
The classroom was so quiet I could hear the minute hand ticking away and I felt like I was about to crawl out of my skin.
When the bell finally rang, I grabbed my backpack and bolted from the classroom. I needed to find Miranda.
I scanned through the crowd until I saw her red hair going into the cafeteria. Running through the sea of people, I darted in the doors and saw her sit at her normal table.
“Perfect.” I walked over and took a seat across from her. “I couldn’t wait to see you.”
“Why?” She glared at me. “Seeing you kiss your girlfriend didn’t say enough?”
“I didn’t …” I shook my head and Victoria came up behind me, wrapping her arm around my shoulders.
“Hey.” She kissed my cheek, and I saw Miranda’s eyes narrow.
She picked up her brown lunch bag, stood up and tossed it into the trash, leaving the lunchroom.
“Henry, I heard her friends talking.” Victoria sat beside me. “Miranda doesn’t like you. As a matter of fact, she wants you to leave her alone.”
“That doesn’t sound right.” I glared at her.
“Fine.” She shrugged and waved Jeremy over. “I heard you and the girls talking about Miranda and Henry.”
Jeremy shrugged. “And?”
“He doesn’t believe she would feel that way.”
“Well, she does.” Jeremy looked directly at Victoria. “And you’re a jerk for eavesdropping. Miranda would’ve told him when she was ready.”
We watched him walk away, and Victoria smiled. “See?”
My stomach dropped to my feet. “Whatever.”
We were in the last quarter of school, and except for math, I wouldn’t see Miranda.
Eighth grade could suck my toe.
Miranda
Sophomore year of high school
I blew out a hard breath, making my lips vibrate while I spun the combination to open my locker. The stench of urine slapped me in the face and as I looked down, I saw my books were warped from being wet.
“What the hell?” I looked around, and Bubba Williams looked around the door and busted up laughing.
“Hell, Miranda, I think that was for me.” His body shook like Jello as he laughed harder.
“You can’t be serious.” I dropped my backpack and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to stop the headache that was forming.
He slapped my back hard enough to jostle me. “Hell yeah! It’s senior week!”
Some of the other football players came bounding through the hall, yelling like idiots. Bubba chest bumped one and then joined in, heading down the rest of the corridor.
I slammed my locker shut and walked in the oppositedirection to Tara’s locker. She looked up at me and smiled. “Who pissed in your post toasties?”
“Some fucking jock thinking my locker was Bubba’s pissed in mine.”
